To say that I had a rough weekend would be an understatement.

Ugh. I have no idea where this all came from. It’s so weird, I’ll be going along doing just fine, feeling good, life is happy… and then blammo! I blink and suddenly I feel like crap. I almost deleted that post I wrote late Saturday night because it was just too out there. That was me at my most vulnerable and insecure, and I winced when I read it again today. I left it up because, unfortunately, I do have those thoughts and feelings more than I would like to admit. It’s a part of me right now, and it sucks.

My photo for the third week of SPC’s “imperfection” series ties in really well with my last post. It’s me, looking in the mirror, feeling hopeless. Disliking the face I see looking back at me. Disliking the person who lives underneath the skin. Feeling broody and dark and unhappy. Not every day is like this, not even most. But when those days do come, they just knock me out. I don’t want to have those days anymore. There’s some imperfection for you.

More self portraits here.